Ford was, of course, in the doorway the moment Malcolm had said he should let Fred recover so when his eyes went looking they found him easily enough. All three of the cats were worlds more relaxed than they had been when Malcolm showed up. It was that relief that the potential danger had turned out to be a false alarm. "I'll consider having stress but I'll have to take Monday through Wednesday off next week anyway because of the moon so it's better to suffer through the week. I'll probably be fine in a couple more days, really."
Being thanked for her time made it all feel rather business-like and considering she was wearing knickers and a cut off tank business seemed rather out of place. So instead Fred smiled at Malcolm. "Good look with your crisis, yeah? And if you have other questions I'll answer them when I'm less, well, cranky." She'd have gotten up to see him out or hug him or something but then she'd end up carried in the name of conserving energy instead and that'd be more awkward.